She read about it in a book. The calendar says today is the day–May 15th.
“Seven sabbaths (or fifty days) after Christ’s Resurrection the Jews were to celebrate the grain harvest.
A sheaf of barley, the first grain to be harvested,
was to be taken to the temple as the
firstfruits offering to the Lord.
The Jewish people called it ‘Shavuoth,’
that is “weeks”, in Hebrew.
The Greek word Pentecost means ‘fiftieth.'”
She remembers what it says in the Book, when Jesus’ disciples gathered for Pentecost,
“2 Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind
came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting.
3 They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire
that separated and came to rest on each of them.
4 All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit
and began to speak in other tongues
as the Spirit enabled them.”
She’s been sitting outside lately and noticing the sound of the wind. Watching the trees move, branches holding the darting birds. They jump and sing, noisily declaring their message.
She listens to each one, every one with a different call in their own ‘language’.
She thinks, “God must have made have each one unique so He could hear their voice in their all-at-onceness in praising Him.”
And she wonders if God is calling while the wind is falling and if anyone else can hear it……..~~~~~~~~~Linking with Rosilind in Croatia for the first time for